I love this time of year. The leaves, finally changing colors, form day’s light each with unique and separate detail. “Look at me,” they chorus,...

 A [person] should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of  his life, in order that worldly...

  We officially began our new homeschool year last week giving us something more to do with these hot August days. Here’s a bit of...

In preparation for our school year, Mark and I sit down for an annual planning meeting. Not a date. A meeting. You know, pens, planners,...

Everything ends at some point. Some endings bring relief, like the end of childbirth or a difficult test or race, while other endings cause a...

These single days of the year we set aside to salute the parents in our lives feel to me a bit like fitting a blue...

Each May, I stand at Summer’s doorstep, overcome with her freedom and bounty, only to watch too many events and activities drain those warm days...

The last few weeks I’ve watched Blythe remove herself from varied activities to go sit down against a wall or in a random corner, only to declare,...

“It was times like this when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who...

Yesterday, Mark accused me of smoking weed — jokingly, but partly not. And just for clarity sake, I’m not. He’s simply grappling for some excuse as...